When I consider the bulb burnt out I cannot see it Ev'ry night is a struggle in the room with a view And, my only talent is the nakedness I hide, Scorning me, in it's youthfulness unseen; an Unspent coil, a snake, to serve my Maker, far from the Garden wall...There's no accounting for it...
...Lest he return chilled.
Why is God a day laborer, and all Darkness on Sunday? I fondly ask..no light, no incandescent bulb Is Bright!
It's okay, I'll pay the bill, on the 'morrow. He'd made me strong to Work Nights.
And, if I can find my Best Clothes In The Darkness, I shall stand and serve forever in a candle-lit restaurant.
I've been kicking 'round this whole "Kilbassa-HNW-Parody" thing, [see: "nightly writes" in Sidebar] and, it seems to me, what I set out to do has embued the project with a lack of resemblance toward the "real thing."
First off, my knowledge of Montana is obviously lacking. In all honesty, Montana is not the peat-bog I've presented~~dialect, aside, you can't fool a resident (particularly, one as articulate as the "real thing")~~and, for this I apologize.
That said, I'm thinkin: You know, Sinful (wink*), this project isn't half-bad. It may not be "half-nekidd," and it may be half-assed, but you certainly don't have to throw the naked-baby out with the bathwater...
...I mean, what's so bad about a little riff upon the simple simplicity of the "country man"; the timeless evocation of Mythic personages; and, satirical bliss we find in laughing at ourselves. Are we so pompous in thinking ourselves greater than the farmer who watches over his pigs with loving dedication? No, I say..This is America! We have the capacity to celebrate as well as question the Civic nature of our intellect.
And so, I shall find a way to continue in my Parody of "Half-Naked" [I'll spell it the way I want, damnit!] Thursday, knowing it's half-assed reality is only a shard of our shared humanity.
To be honest, and yet remain completely anonymous, is a chore.
And so, without placing too much emphasis upon the truth, my endeavor, within these pages will try [in the utmost] to convey those human elements we've shared, in meeting the “truth,” half-way.
Who in their right mind would stand naked before the world completely unconscious of their actions?
It is in our power to conceal, or reveal.
Today, just like any other day, I struggled with “real life.” Beyond the words you've seen here there is a life. (You, reading these words, have your own troubles, hopes, dreams, aspirations; every high and low, same as I do.)
I hold myself back.. afraid. The greatest judge of us, in the end, is most certainly ourselves.
Tomorrow, I hope to share.
And yet, after many years, I still don’t know where to begin.